Hunter’s Journey Part 3

The next morning, Hunter was sitting in his room waiting for the news. He hoped that he could stay with the people he knew, but he didn’t want to bother them like he had his parents. 

Why did he think of them? They hadn’t ever wanted him in the first place. They had left him to the orphanage when they were told he was “disabled.” Whatever that word meant to them. It frightened them. They abandoned him, but he wished he could know them someday.

He sat there thinking about his parents until the owner came to visit him.

“Son, you’re going to stay with the nurse for a few weeks as a foster. We’re going to hopefully find a place for you to stay.”

“Ok. Is she alright with having me live there?”

“She’s treated you like her son since you came here. It will be no problem. I’ll be checking up on you often to make sure everything goes well.”

“Thank you. I hope it’s not too much of a bother.”

“It’s not. You leave today. The nurse will be here soon.”

Hunter went and got the knife he had hidden from the owner and nurse for a long time. It was the only thing he had to remember his parents by.

His father had wanted him to have it when he was older, but the orphanage thought it was too dangerous for a 3 year old child. They were right. 

He hopes he can sneak the knife with him because of the memory it holds for him, but he knows they won’t allow it. This was due to his cutting since he had turned 3, but he wanted that memory to stay with him.

He stays in his room until later in the day. The nurse was going to take him to a home. 

Would this be what he was waiting for? Was the nurse going to ditch him after dealing with him for awhile?

He didn’t know, but he hoped he could be a good son to someone. Even though his parents hadn’t wanted him, he wanted to be with some family that would accept him for once. 

Hours later, Hunter was given a case to put his possessions in to prepare to leave the orphanage. He hid the knife inside of the clothes he took with him. 

Soon after, the nurse arrived and took him home. 

This was strange to Hunter. He was outside of the orphanage and outside the fence surrounding it. It felt scary to him, but he hoped it would be better than what was before.

He stood there for awhile behind the nurse. She knew he was afraid. 

Awhile passed before he finally got into the car to go to “home.” Whatever that word meant to him at this point. 

Published by: Shade

I'm a recent college graduate with a Bachelor of Science degree in Biology that is searching for their way in life. I want to work with animals by helping them in the future.

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